Making love on a boat is not the easiest activity, especially if it’s full of people. But I think that everything depends on your will. Nothing is impossible.
In the morning we picked up Carlos and Ruth, two very nice Spanish travellers who’ve seen most of the world so far. It was nice to finally hear some softer language and listen to some finest travel stories.
Today we anchor by a wonderful little island in between of the Salum river and the Atlantic. There are some tiny waves… No swell. I have time to have some time in private and that means, work on the boat. I’m happy to see I’m useful and people appreciate my work (at least those for whom I care).
In the mean time, I had the chance for some snorkelling, but the visibility was about 30 centimeters so the only thing I could have a look at, was the hull of the boat. Inspecting the deep secrets of the Panta made me feel that we’re not indestructible, but solid. I say that, because from the last time we ran aground* (*it was right on the entrance of the river, trying to sail between the corridor buoys) we’ve lost a piece of epoxy on the bottom of the keel. But everything is good, there is still a nice piece of steel protecting the vulnerable wood.
6.12.11
Worse things happen at sea
I was dreaming about the sea. There was a wave that jumped over the rail like a panther and took me to the bottom of the dark ocean. It was warm.
Then I woke up on the Panta in my little berth. We were on sea again. Slowly we were approaching the entrance to the Salum river. The buoy slalom was there again.
I’m trying to have a good time even though I’m feeling in conflict with some crew members. I think it’s only a personality clash. I hope we’ll solve this. We will…
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